Mornings are pink

[Dawali Amara]

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Kult Word Count: 470 Dawali remained still as the girl noticed him, and it was very good, for she tensed for a moment, nervous, eyes shifting to look at Tay's den entrance. Then, suddenly, she seemed to accept him, and her tail was wagging happily as she looked to the pink thing on the ground, and spoke to it. It seemed it was a puppet, and its name was Toefur... Dawali chuckled in a friendly way, smiling, as he looked at the girl. This age they were totally in their own world, and it wasn't that long ago he had raised Aiyanna. She, too, had become completely absorbed whilst playing or pretending, and would take it for granted that everyone around her understood every detail and every reasoning in the play-world she was in. In that way this little ball of fur reminded him a lot of his own little girl, and with a sting at his heart he knew he missed it. He had always loved children. The girl brightly announced to the toy that Dawali was their visitor, her voice like a squeal, and it took her only a few moments to notice the contents of his hand. Like a little swirl of energy she padded over to him, and in no time she was on her way up his leg, sharp little claws digging into his fur and skin. Apparently it was a gift for the toy, and the girl was not completely mistaken. He would play along, of course, since it did not matter how the blanked ended up in the family, as long as it did, and if Tay wasn't up yet anyway... he might as well entertain himself. The brown-furred little bundle mustered her strength and pulled at the tip of the blanket, which she had now managed to sink her teeth in, and for a few seconds Dawali watched, very amused, at her struggle for the blanket. She had given no explanation as to what she intended to do with it, but even if he had put it gently on the ground in front of her she would never get it to wherever it was she wanted it to be. It was simply too heavy, and large for her little muscles to move. Carefully placing his hand on her tiny paw the male signalized for her to let go of the blanket as he spoke. What if I put it on the ground, and we can put Toefur in it so he can sleep? It would be nice and warm, don't you think? Knowing a young girl could easily become stubborn if one even indicated that there existed a task she could not do, he did not mention the fact that the blanket was way too heavy for her. He had learned such things the hard way.

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